Honey, Marry Whoever You Want

Honey, Marry Whoever You Want

If Serena Gets Crap, We’re All Doomed

Let’s be real, like really, really, real. When I found out about Serena Williams’ adorable engagement I about died from happiness. In the past year I got so used to tragic headlines about black women like Korryn Gaines that I was excited to see one about our joy. I needed it in an odd way. Forever a lurker, I quickly upvoted the Snoo-drawn announcement on reddit and went about my day. But I should have known better than to think most people would have the same reaction.

We can get into the politics of race and interracial relationships in this country but I will leave that for a writer with the emotional endurance, wherewithal, and nuance I left in 2016. After reading too many comments (I know!) I was worn out. Serena Williams is a living legend. Despite her many accomplishments and I mean there are plenty of them, people decided to take issue with who she decided to choose as a partner. REALLY?! Which brings me to my main point. Why are we so obsessed with the choices women make?!

Eye roll of eye rolls
Pssst…the answer is the patriarchy.

Damned If You Do, Damned If You Don’t

If she had chosen someone black, someone wealthier than her, someone, or anyone else, there would still be commentary about it. There would still be outrage. The longer I’ve worked in this world the more I realize that the wedding industry has little to do with weddings and everything to do with a public pronouncement of a woman’s worth. Most wedding media enforces it; the whitest, slimmest, blondest, most feminine women deserve the gigantic rings, the most lavish productions, and most deserving partner (who’s usually your run of the mill dude bro). That’s who graces the covers and the ads that drive what I consider unnecessary hype. But surprisingly, it works. How could we pretend it doesn’t when queer, plus-size, people of color, and differently-abled couples are all but non-existent to a large majority of the industry? It doesn’t just marginalize, it capitalizes off of it. It depends on us being lead by our insecurities to sway our decisions. When we comply, the obsession seems nearly invisible, but when we don’t? Suddenly it’s up for discussion by everyone. Input you didn’t want and feedback you didn’t ask for hits you from the left and the right. Every choice you make morphs from a period into a question mark. It’s not like we’re not used to having our choices questioned by everyone from our petty Aunt Gladys to the highest courts (don’t get me started). But it would be nice if the biggest day we get to declare our love was actually supported by the industry that pretends to care about it most.

It’s an unfortunately profitable problem (to the tune of $40 billion) that needs to reconciled. I’ve seen far too many women lose their collective sh*t about things that didn’t actually matter to them. On a normal day, pintuck or shantung linens wouldn’t be life or death. But when weighed against the backdrop of what other people may say or think, it suddenly matters much more than it should. The hype is the biggest clothing store mirror amplifying all the things we hate about ourselves. The decisions go from being based in love to based on fear. Every choice from apparel to program format becomes a reflection of our value instead of a celebration of a union.

Guests Can Be The Worst

Where does some of the unrelenting criticism come from? Guests, or the people you invited to a fully funded dinner, bar, and party. Those ingrates. I’ve overheard plenty of things like the following:

“So sad they couldn’t afford the real china.”

“Did you see that dress?! She’s certainly brave.”

“That diamond must have been invisible because I barely saw it.”

“Those arrangements are so tacky.”

Talking trash is always followed by this.

Those were the nice ones too. We’ve all been guests at weddings and overheard it or worse yet, participated in it. We don’t want to have that wedding. So we buy into it while the industry continues to confuse, condition, and trick women into thinking that in order to prove our worth, we need to meet a certain set of requirements. You don’t. It’s a load of bull as big as the state of Texas and as bright as our legislators. There’s no need for you to slip in it.

So whether you just announced your engagement or are months away from tying the knot, screw inessential people’s opinions. Wear that dress, walk down the aisle to Migos, take a shot at the altar, and marry whoever you want. Someone’s bound to judge you for it anyways, so you might as well enjoy it.

Do whaaaaaateva you want!

2 thoughts on “Honey, Marry Whoever You Want

  1. Esther says:

    I just stumbled across your site after being pointed to it via LLAG (https://www.facebook.com/theLLAG/). I am so profoundly grateful businesses like yours exist. I am not even in San Antonio or anywhere near thinking about getting married, but your thoughts about how weddings have this double identity of allegedly being about you and your loved one but ACTUALLY becoming the collective world’s judgment of your worth are so spot-on. It’s especially refreshing coming from someone in your industry – an industry that, like you mentioned, essentially could capitalize off making brides feel less-than or stressed out. I’m glad you and your business try to bring weddings back to what they should be – a day to celebrate you and your partner’s love and commitment to each other. Bullshit and petty relatives’ judgments aside.

    • Jordan A. Maney says:

      Thanks so much Esther! It’s hard to be different in an industry that only likes decor trends to change and not perspectives but the work is necessary. We appreciate your support!

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